Today is a bitter cold day
in Florida but you always warm
my heart when I remember
your kisses and ardent embraces.
You are a big tree
planted by the water
where your roots dig deeply
into the earth and now,
I call you, not your name,
but Alon.
The persimmon tree buds
early this Spring so maybe
we'll have sweet persimmons
instead of those sour pickles
that pucker your lips.
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